The Species Exchange insident

Chapiter 8: Back Home

Pov:Foolish

Frankly, he was hot in this place and they had been running. They had seen Mike's message about ten minutes ago, they were still in the centre of the fortress and had just found the stone, which was not even one of the main lots, but it was rare, rare but useless, except in their situation. So, they ran to the portal. They still had a long way to go when Foolish felt his communicator vibrate and read the messages will running (which he strongly doesn't advise otherwise to take a post in their head). The message was from Bagi:

Bagi: the portal just closed, who are stuck in the nether. Who are in the same situation?

Roier stopped running and was quickly imitated by the others.

"We are stuck. That isn't normal? What's it been? Four hours? Something's gone wrong?" Roier remarked.

"There must had a problem," says Mouse before answering to Bagi in the chat.

Mouse: Our group is.

Bagi: Coordinates?

"What are our coordinates?" ask the pinkish.

"No need to tell them, just say we are in the north-east

of the portal, we'll meet them there." Answered the spider. Mouse did what he told her before they restart walking again.

Foolish gradually moved closer to their group Lidder.

"Hey Cellbit, how are you?"

"Hi,euh, I'm good and you?"

"Great! Rhum. Question. Can we do some decorative poses some time?" asked the biggest.

"Decorative poses?"

"You know, gathering resources, building and decorating. It's not every day that we're in the nether. There are lots of new things."

"If you want, just do it quickly." He replied. Foolish uttered a scream of joy before starting to collect resources, all following the group. Sometimes Mouse and Roier imitate him, harvesting resources.

At the end of an undetermined moment of walking, Foolish approached his son-in-law again. A question was running in his head.

"Hiiiii Cellbiiiiiiiitt." He insists on the "I". "I have a question."

"What is it, Foolish?"

"Since you have two pairs of hands, can we say that you have two left hands?" ask the human.

"What?" chuckled Cellbit.

"Um...since you have four arms, two of which are at your left, it means that you two hands are left hands?...As the expression." He explained. "You know what, it was much funnier in my head." Cellbit looked at Foolish amused.

"But seriously, I wonder. Since Roier is ambidextrous, all their hands were dominant, but you're right-handed, I think, do you have two dominant hands, one, three or the four?" asked Foolish.

"...My two right hands are. I think I have the same comfort in both of my hands." He replied. Foolish took a satisfied expression of his friend's answer. They continue their walk in silence. "Anyway, what about you, Foolish? How are you doing with your new species? You're rather tall for a human."

"Yeah, that pretty weird but a funny experience anyway. Even though I think it's easier to lose abilities than to gain ones. And as the Vice President of the Human Group of Quesadillas, I inform you that we are united and ready to take control of the island, even if I can't breathe underwater anymore, we'll make it."